Alright then - another album.
Still my mostly self servicing homebrewed - or if you prefer -grown - Spheriot soup, stirred by a planless cook who hasn't yet achieved expertise as a producer and is still lacking a cookbook for a predictable style - or maybe just ignores it.
Here we are: Neither young nor innocent or idealistically transfigured any more. The right time for a "Bekennerschreiben" (claim of responsibility), to see what a variety of tastes a single ingredient like myself can provide a selfdestructive cannibal with.
Actually, I vaguely planned to do something more straight forward in one genre and have more singalong suitable lyrics. But sticking to the single principle of only doing what I want (against all good advice), it turned out to be a style mix quite similar to my first album livingroom orbits.
I guess, this time I dived even a bit deeper into my personal variety of styles. In the end I allowed myself to accept them as what they are, without trying to match everything into my idea of a concept. So if it sounds like Krautrock-Techno, damned hard rock or a gay songwriter all mashed up in one indie pop stew, than this is just what I am.
And if you think you can handle some even more uncontrollably evolving musical anarchy, check Zloty Dawai, a totally improvised noise project I'm part of. Also available here or here.